The Youngling

Droids

Everyone was in the cockpit. Ezra was writing to his pen pal about the groups last few missions. Kanan always proff read them before he allowed him to send them. Mostly to make sure Ezra didn't tell him anything he probably shouldn't.

This last mission hadn't gone as planned and the Ghost crew was low on everything. Kanan considered it a victory that they were all alive, at least for now. If they did get some credits and supplies soon they might not be much longer. The crew wouldn't stop pointing this fact out either.

"I told you we'd get away." Kanan said.

"With the supplies." Sabine added. "You said we'd get away with the supplies."

"Kanan were low on everything..." Hera informed him. "Fuel!"

"Explosive!" The teen girl continued.

"Food!" Ezra added giving Zeb a look.

"If we don't get supplies and credits soon, Kanan we might as well put the Ghost in storage." Hera said.

"Well there's always Visago's job." Kanan said.

"So we're arms dealers?" Zeb asked.

"More like arms redistributers." Kanan corrects him.

"Anything that puts food on the table and frees up more time for I don't know... Jedi lessons?" Ezra says hinting at the fact that they haven't been able to actually train in days.

Kanan walks over to the kid and gently pushes him back & takes the datapad Ezra was writing on to proofread the letter before Hera sent it for him.

"Then let's find out where to go." Hera says.

"Head to the spaceport. I already know the job." Kanan says. He then laid out his whole plan.

Sabine and Zeb got on the public transport to Garel first sitting in the second row behind the droid caption. Ezra got on next with Chopper rolling in behind him. Chopper zapped Ezra once before to make it believable that he was his droid. Ezra then took a seat on one of the seats in the far column where Chopper could be in the aisle.

Minister Tua and the man she was escorting came in next. She told him to sit in front of Sabine and Zeb just as Kanan had predicted.

Kanan came in last taking the seat behind Ezra and Chopper.

The man with the minister said something in another language.

"Oh were is that translator?" The minister asked.

In came two more droids. A C3 protocol droid and an R2 unit.

"I am C3-PO and R2-D2 and I are happy to be in your service today minister." The gold protocol droid said. The minister fused at him and asked him to translate. To which he did.

Time to set the plan in motion. Step one, get the droids out of way.

Chopper started Zapping Ezra.

"Stupid droid. Quite it." Ezra commanded. Chopper zapped him two more times.

"Kid, get your rust bucket under control." Kanan says playing his roll.

"Can't you see I'm trying!" Ezra said frustrated.

"Pilot, isn't there a rule against droids in the passenger section?" Kanan asked.

"I'm sorry sir but your droid will have to move to the back." The pilot told Ezra nicely.

"No fair, if my droid is banished then so are those two." Ezra demanded.

"Sir these droids are with me, and I am on imperial business." Minister Tua said.